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The Banker and the

Call Girl

BY

Emily Sinclare

EXCERPT

Dangerous.Patti Penn ignored the riot of butterflies in her stomach and unclenched her hands.Yes, this was the first assignment she’d be in charge of since she’d been shot.Yes, she felt one hundred percent—physically.
Emotionally was another story.But she wasn’t telling the FBI that.Patti straightened her shoulders, held her head high and walked into Sunset High, the trendiest bar on the Sunset Strip.Patti liked the bar.Its dark décor hid a multitude of sins, one being Escorts Undercover, the secret division of the FBI she worked for.They’d almost stopped using the bar as a front for their escort service because the previous owner John Raison had been part of a terrorist organization.With Raison in Gitmo forever the bar had been sold to a retired FBI agent willing to keep the deep secrets of the FBI to himself.
She spied her suspect, Jason Salvatore, head of International Global Bank, sitting in a booth in a dark corner of the room.The choice of the darkest corner said something to Patti, since Sunset High was a gentleman’s club with notoriously dim lighting.She pasted a wide smile on her face and swung her hips more than usual as she walked to Salvatore’s booth.
And after all, that’s what a call girl would do.She reached the table and realized two men were sitting in the dark.She couldn’t see the second man well even though he faced the room.So did her suspect.None of that surprised Patti.
The FBI suspected Jason Salvatore of laundering money for the mob.Internationally laundering money, of course.She too, would choose a view of the bar if she took dirty money from the mob.Sicilian mobsters didn’t like people stealing from them.Not in the United States, or Italy, or anywhere.Patti wondered how much money Salvatore kept for himself.
“Hello, gentlemen.By a girl a drink?”Patti had a low, sultry voice.Her male co-workers teased her about her “bedroom voice.”
Salvatore stood and she slid into the booth between the two men.He looked just like his pictures.Dark complexion, black hair combed straight back from his high forehead.Intense eyes.Very Italian.Most women considered Salvatore a handsome man, but Patti thought he seemed sleazy, shifty.His eyes constantly moved around the room then finally stopped on Patti’s face.
“Didn’t I tell you their reputation was stellar?” Salvatore said to the man sitting across from him, his eyes never leaving Patti’s face.
“You did, Jason.I’m impressed.”
Patti’s body reacted to the man’s voice like dry tinder to a match.Her nipples puckered and hardened.The tight material of her dress tortured them, rubbing her sensitive breasts and causing the bud between her legs to tingle with hot, desperate desire.Who was this man?She’d never reacted to a voice before and she worked with dozens of men all day long.
“Escorts Undercover has the best reputation,” Salvatore gloated.“Their girls are the cleanest and most beautiful.They guarantee your satisfaction or your money back.”
Patti laughed.“Sounds like an infomercial ad.”
“I didn’t catch your name—” the other man said.Patti looked at him, really looked.He’d be about six feet tall when he stood, had dark hair and blue eyes.His square, strong jaw was highlighted by a deep, sexy cleft in his chin.“Oh,” Patti rasped out a sigh, lusting to hear more of that voice.“I’m sorry.I’m Patti.”Escorts’ girls never gave out their last names.She held out her hand.When the man took it she jumped at the contact.A hot sizzle raced up her arm traveling straight through her body to her already excited core.Patti’s mouth opened and a groan slipped out.
“She’s primed,” Salvatore said with a tight mutter.“Let’s go, Patti.”
Caught speechless from the unexpected desire that blazed through her body, Patti couldn’t think straight.“What?”
“I said let’s go.”Salvatore got up from the table.
Her scattered wits coalesced and Patti remembered her assignment.“I’d love a drink first, Mr. Salvatore.”
“Jason.”
“Jason.Thank you.”Patti mentally flayed herself for her attraction to the other man.She needed no distractions.
Salvatore sat down.He leaned so close to Patti his face was barely an inch away.“What do you want to drink?”
She didn’t pull back, didn’t blink.“A martini, please.Dry and dirty.”
Patti heard the sharp intake of breath that came from the unknown man sitting next to her.Take your time, she told herself.Get to know the suspect and his friend.While they waited for the martini Salvatore said, “So, Patti, how long have you been in this business?”Patti smiled.“No need to check my credentials.I’ve been working for Escorts Undercover for over two years.”
“Ah…” Salvatore said.“And you like your work?”Patti laughed.“I love it.I meet so many different people.I’m never bored.”The man in the booth had taken a sip of his drink and choked.Patti laughed.“You okay?”The man coughed and finished the drink.“Fine.”Did she hear amusement in his voice?“I don’t think I got your name?”Her body hummed with electricity.
“My name is none of your concern,” the man said with a snort.
The low timbre of the man’s voice carved a path of want and need through her.Patti shifted in the booth trying to find a more comfortable position, trying to ignore the throbbing bud between her legs.Patti turned to Salvatore.“Some friend here.Nice disposition.”“Ignore him.He needs to get laid.”This time the man did laugh.And the sound wound through Patti, deep and primal.She sucked in a breath, held it for a long moment and willed her body to calm down.Could she force desire from her body by sheer will power alone?She prayed for the strength to do just that as she squirmed in her seat.“Well, this is the place for that,” Patti said when she could breathe again.She decided to test the unknown man and moved closer.“Can I help you with your problem?”She’d lowered her voice to a whisper and touched his wrist.The man jerked his arm away and glanced at Patti.She barely made out his expression in the dim light and thought she saw both humor and shock on his handsome features.“Don’t touch me again.”Was he angry, amused or aroused?Patti smiled into his startling blue eyes.They were beautiful with long, thick, dark lashes.She wondered what they’d look like smiling and happy.“I guess I rub you the wrong way.What can I do to rub you the right way?”She’d placed her mouth next to his cheek, her lips touched him with the lightest caress as she spoke.“You could quit touching me.”“Why the sour attitude, my friend?” Salvatore asked.“Didn’t you come to see the spectacular women of Escorts Undercover?”“I did, I have, and now it’s time for me to leave you to your evening, Jason.”The man got up from the booth and stood at the table.“Spoilsport,” murmured Patti.Just to irritate him she slid out of the booth and stood under a dim light.It highlighted her short, glossy auburn hair worn in a pixie style that she knew framed her delicate face.She turned her face to the light so it would reveal her creamy skin and jutted out her chin so the man could better view her long, elegant neck.She also squared her shoulders so her size C breasts, enhanced with a Victoria Secrets push-up bra, were displayed to advantage and moved toward him.“I could find you someone more to your liking.”The man turned toward Salvatore, still sitting in the booth, and Patti moved in.She slowly rubbed her breasts against his chest and rocked her pelvis against his.His erection bulged through his slacks.Patti slid a hand up the man’s arm.She didn’t think he realized his body moved of its own volition as he dry humped her crotch.She clenched her teeth to keep the primal moan from slipping out.Somewhere in the back of Patti’s brain she knew she shouldn’t be doing this.Her suspect was standing now and watching her every move.“That’s it, man,” Salvatore said with clenched teeth.“You leave.This one’s mine.”The man jerked his arm away from Patti’s touch as if a bucket of ice water had been tossed over him and stepped back.“You can have her,” he ground out.“This one’s dynamite.”With a disgusted glance, the man grabbed his sports coat out of the booth and took a step.“Be careful, Jason.She could be real trouble.”As she watched the incredibly handsome man leave, Patti wondered if he was disgusted with her or himself.

Once again Escorts Undercover, a little-known, highly secret division of the FBI, puts a gorgeous female agent in jeopardy.

Patti Penn, just recovered from being shot on a previous assignment, goes undercover as a high-class escort to unlock the secrets of a powerful man suspected of internationally laundering mob money. She’s physically fit and ready for work, but is she emotionally ready?

Secret Service Agent Russ O’Reilly is instantly captured by this stunning beauty. And his body’s reaction proves it.

Can they ignore their combustible attraction to each other long enough to catch a money launderer? And can Russ stand to see Patti use her body to lure their suspect when all he wants to do is make her his own?

Danger, sex, passion. That’s The Banker and the Call Girl.

Reader Alert! Danger! Russ O’Reilly is one hot Secret Service Special Agent. He burns at the first touch! Caution! For Patti Penn the embers can blister and may never subside.

To My Readers: Would you ever think the FBI would run an escort service? Not on your life. I wanted to write a story where the FBI looked like it was involved in something illegal but the twist of it was they were catching white-collar criminals. The characters are sexy, hot and passionate about their jobs. And they’re determined to catch criminals, even if their suspect is into kinky sex. Once I wrote the first book, The Client and the Call Girl, I had to bring the other sexy, hot, yet determined female FBI agents to the page. Each one has a different personality, and each one will not back down from a fight. Yet all three agents find love brings a new set of problems and a passion they’ve never felt before.